"Since I'm going to play, I need a legitimate identity."
Hansen extended his right hand and grasped at the void.
Hum—!!!
The entire Root trembled violently, countless lines representing rules converging in his hand, then twisting and reorganizing.
In Hansen's eyes, countless data streams cascaded like a waterfall.
He did not choose to replace any of the original seven classes, as that would be too boring and would also be restricted by the class itself.
Rules are merely the foundation stones beneath the feet of gods.
"Then I'll just add a special class."
Hansen's voice echoed within the Root, his words manifesting into reality.
The lines of rules in his hand condensed into a pitch-black card, the back imprinted with the patterns of command spells, and the front featuring an undefinable, chaotic humanoid silhouette.
This was not an Avenger or Ruler in the usual sense.
This was a cheat code Hansen had customized for himself.
"The class name is—[Rule Breaker]."
Crack!
Below, the greater grail system of Fuyuki City emitted a mournful cry that only a Magus could vaguely perceive.
Its originally seamless logical chain was torn open by an invisible hand, forcibly inserting a behemoth that belonged to no side.
[Class setup complete: Rule Breaker]
[Class Traits: 1. Independent Action (EX): No need for a master to provide mana, no need for a master to exist. 2. Presence Concealment (EX): Not just physically, but also causally, it can be completely hidden. 3. Rule Breaking (EX): Can ignore all established rules of the Holy Grail War, such as forced command spells, class affinities, etc. 4. noble phantasm Plunder (EX): When facing an opponent, can forcibly analyze and replicate the concept of their noble phantasm.]
"That will do for now."
Hansen looked at the pitch-black class card in his hand with satisfaction.
After all, the final right of interpretation was in his own hands, and if it wasn't enough, he could just add more later.
What kind of sect ancestor of the cheat-mod sect am I! (Tactical lean back)
"Well then, you two, I'm off."
Hansen straightened his black trench coat and waved to the two lolis.
gaia was still licking the residual energy from the corners of her mouth, unsatisfied, and shouted indistinctly: "Big brother, take care..."
alaya looked at Hansen's retreating figure with a complex expression: "This guy...!"
She gritted her teeth for a moment, then slumped in defeat.
The already laid-back gaia patted her colleague's shoulder and said in a dazed, cute manner: "Well, since you can't resist, you might as well enjoy it."
alaya:???
1994, Fuyuki City.
Night fell, and the cold winter rain enveloped this coastal city, washing everything in gray and oppressive tones.
It was a night without stars.
In the basement of the Tohsaka Residence, Tohsaka Tokiomi was elegantly swirling the red wine glass in his hand, and in the magic circle before him, the King of Heroes, Gilgamesh, known as the oldest king, was about to descend.
In the worm pit of the Matou Family, Kariya Matou was enduring the excruciating pain of the crest worms gnawing at his body, the fire of revenge burning in his eyes to save the girl named "Sakura".
In the Einzbern Castle, Kiritsugu Emiya was expressionlessly checking his firearms; for the sake of so-called justice, he was prepared to sacrifice everything.
It was on this rainy night, filled with a sense of destiny and tragedy.
Boom—!!!
A thunderclap that didn't exist exploded in the depths of the souls of everyone possessing magic circuits.
At the highest point of the Mion River Bridge in Fuyuki City, atop the red steel arch.
The space shattered like a mirror.
A slender figure stepped out from thin air, black leather boots stomping heavily on the slippery steel beam, emitting a crisp metallic clanking sound.
The rain automatically evaporated upon coming within three inches of him, turning into swirling white mist.
Hansen looked down at the city sleeping in the curtain of rain, the light of neon signs blurring in the rain, appearing phantasmagorical.
He took a deep breath.
The cold air was mixed with the salty, fishy smell of the sea, and... the restless aura of magic hidden in every corner of the city.
"Are the chosen big kids preparing to pay-to-win and draw cards in their respective bases?"
Hansen's figure slowly dissipated like a spirit, his magnetic chuckle drifting on the rainy bridge.
"Then I'll just find a faction to slack off and blend into for now."
Fuyuki City, Miyama Town, Einzbern Castle.
This was a magic workshop sealed by ice and snow, the cold that never dissipated all year round was like this family's thousand-year obsession—cold and hard.
At this moment, the chapel beneath the castle was silent.
Kiritsugu Emiya stood before the altar inscribed with a complex magic circle, the dim, flickering candlelight reflecting on his slightly haggard face, his eyes sharp as knives.
He wore a long black trench coat, his hands covered in calluses, the marks left by years of holding firearms.
Beside him was Irisviel, dressed in white winter clothing, like an elf in the snow.
She clasped her hands in front of her chest, her ruby-like eyes filled with nervousness and anticipation.
In the center of the altar lay a holy relic filled with the vicissitudes of history—[Avalon].
Also known as Avalon, the legendary scabbard of King Arthur.
"It's about time, Kiritsugu." Irisviel reminded him softly, her melodious, gentle voice echoing in the empty chapel.
Kiritsugu Emiya nodded and took a deep breath.
He didn't want to be a hero, nor did he care about the honor of a knight.
He was just a killer who had to eliminate the few to save the many, wanting that miracle capable of granting any wish to save this hopeless world.
"Proclamation—"
Kiritsugu Emiya extended his hand, the red patterns of the command spells clearly visible on it.
The magic circuits inside his body engaged and turned like gears, mana surging and rushing through his veins.
"Thy body shall be under my command; my fate shall be with thy sword."
"In response to the summons of the Holy Grail, if thou submittest to this will and this reason, answer me!"
As the incantation was chanted, the magic circle on the ground erupted with a dazzling silvery light.
A massive torrent of mana shot into the sky, as if to tear open a gap in the void leading to the Throne of Heroes.
"I hereby swear."
"I am the one who completes all good deeds in the world,"
"I am the one who eliminates all evil deeds in the world."
The wind howled, blowing Kiritsugu Emiya's trench coat until it whipped, but he remained motionless, his eyes fanatical.
"Thou art the seven heavens clad in the three great words, come from the ring of restraint, the protector of the scales—"
The incantation was about to be completed, and according to the established destiny, that Red Dragon of Britain, the King of Knights Artoria, was about to descend.
In plain English, it was a targeted card draw.
However, at the very moment the last syllable was about to fall from Kiritsugu Emiya's lips.
A force that was extremely domineering and unreasonable suddenly mixed into the originally pure summoning channel.
It was as if...
A giant whale had smashed through the frozen surface of the sea!
"What's happening? The mana consumption... is doubling?!" Irisviel exclaimed.
The impossibly beautiful doll's face turned pale; the magic circuits inside her body were screaming, as if fearing the arrival of some existence.
Before Kiritsugu could react, a pitch-black crack abruptly split open in the originally pure silvery summoning light.
Immediately after, the crack expanded rapidly, and domineering platinum divine flames began to burn fiercely.
Boom—!!!
It was not the light and airy arrival of a Servant, but a dull, loud bang.
Two figures appeared simultaneously amidst the sky full of light dust.
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